Saturday, September 14, 2019

Purely Accidental


a swirl of barely cloud curls to wisp

air too blue for me to breath dissipates

there somewhere the sound of darkly racing wings
a galaxy that shares her faint fragrance
the purity of her heavens unrivaled

and for me
dying specks of light
extinguish before their time

before the cruel awareness

of my accidental

existence

Purely Accidental
jppestana
9.14.2019

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